Reid Berger - This Year

Consider this year a blessing
Cause next year I won't be here
Your lover is moving away
Your choice will be to stay
For your friends who will die off someday
In the next three sixty-five days
Don't run away, don't be scared or shy
Talk to the man at the desk he'll say why
Lonely bachelors living in homes of the past
Ceiling is made up of memories that didn't last
Every now and then he lies in bed at night
Stares at that wicked roof till his chest becomes tight
Lonely bachelorettes in homes of cliches
The walls are made up of cities referred to as peaches
Every now and she lies in bed at night
Stares at that wicked roof till the room is light
Unseeable voices in your ear
Telling you ain't make it through this year
What's the point next year there'll be no one
All you have is yourself, no one
Dream catchers above the bed stealing all your hopes
Affection is a currency, threat is a rope
Nicotine hits the most after four am
When your feeling lonely surrounded by all your friends
Time flies when you're having fun or just on some drugs
High as fuck, not your bed, still don't give one
Addiction ain't a problem, till you try get off it
So just don't try quit and you'll never rock with it
Lonely bachelors living in homes of the past
Ceiling is made up of memories that didn't last
Every now and then he lies in bed at night
Stares at that wicked roof till his chest becomes tight
Lonely bachelorettes in homes of cliches
The walls are made up of cities referred to as peaches
Every now and she lies in bed at night
Stares at that wicked roof till the room is light

Written by:
Reid Berger

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